November 30, 2013


Sometimes

the weariness

from the pain

is so great

that all I can do

is lay and close my eyes

and pray for sleep to come

and take me away to a place

where I can find respite and escape

for a few hours

before waking again

to find myself in this body

in this prison

in this hell

to face another day.

Woman-on-Couch

(this poem is the intellectual property of The Nocturnal Laundress ~ Julie Nichols © 2013)

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About teeks55

I'm a sleep deprived antique dealer with fibromyalgia, osteoarthritis, diabetes & more. Love hubby, cats, books & humor! Avid tea drinker. Poker player. Pain fighter.
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2 Responses to November 30, 2013

  1. vicbriggs says:

    Beautiful, Julie. So much pain, and yet you’ve transformed it into something else through your verse.

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